Chapter 170: Gossip that comes to your door, it’s a waste not to listen

Mu Ci had already left. She sat in the car, holding in her arms the rusty box that Old Lady Mu had given her.

In the eyes of the Mu family, perhaps this is just an ordinary box, but in Mu Ci's heart, it is a treasure that contains her father's life story. She holds it tightly, unwilling to let go, and dares not to let go.

Although the handwriting on the card was blurred, she planned to use the repair methods on the computer to repair the handwriting as soon as possible after returning home, so that she could at least see clearly the name of the woman in labor, and also, whether there was a signature in the family member column.

She remained silent until she returned home and hurried to the study.

I opened the box carefully, and found inside, besides the baby birth card and a hand-woven red rope, there was also a set of small clothes, light blue in color. Perhaps it was brand new back then, but after so many years of use, it had become a little old, and